Culture & Conversation

Posts by Maxianne Berger

Nightsiding

City dwellers in many parts of Canada spend leisure time “in the country.” Others live there and keep a pied-à-terre in the city. In this collection, set in the Eastern Townships, Steve Luxton shares his “pleasure to be/ again in the vision of birds.” However, this pleasure is shared. The poet, too, has vision and sees details of the landscape, both outer and inner, such as Luxton’s I-persona in “The Fisherman” who questions what he is “looking for.”

Melting, Melting

Memories of shoes and underwear pose as detached irony in the prose poem “What I Saw.” The first paragraph sets the tone. “On the streets of Sarajevo you could see so many shoes in pools of blood.” The poem’s focus then shifts to the insistence by “my mother” on the need for clean underwear. “What a shame for our family, she’d say. To be killed without dignity. God forbid!”